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video 01 | Aortic Aneurysm

(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.

By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)

My mom's going to fucking kill me.

(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.

After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.

Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)

Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.

.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.

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[It's a companionable set up, the smell of old greasy mingling with the oddly pleasant smell of plant life on its last legs. Sans had never seen a true autumn, but if he had he might be reminded of it too.

But even without the first hand experience, there was something nostalgic about it. That funny spot between life and death -- and whaddya know, limbo had french fries.]

Me? Nah. I mean, I am a person, but I was never human. [He winks, leaning over to steal one of Eddie's fries with a quick finger to his "lips."] I was a kid like you, once. A lot smaller, though. N' nope.

[Another fry stolen.]

Never learned how to ride a bike.

(Eddie liked summer for its freedom but autumn had the charm of no bugs and a little bit cooler weather. It also meant his birthday and one year closer each year to being grown up enough for his mom to stop harping on him so much. There was also Halloween and trick-or-treating and candy and then Thanksgiving....

Eddie wonders if this place is going to have all that too. A keen ache fills into the pit of his heart. Longing.)

Oh. Okay. (That...made enough sense for Eddie. Eddie looks a little frazzled at being winked at and he's reminded, not for the first time, of his friends. That ache deepens.)

A lot smaller than me?

(Eddie sounds incredulous. He snaps up a fry for himself.

Then his eyes widen spectacularly and his mouth opens until it's damn near gaping.)

Seriously? Riding a bike is one of the coolest things ever. I could teach you if you want?

A lot smaller. [He holds up his latest stolen fry as an example, though his straight face could use some work.] N' hey, you think you're up for that kinda challenge? Coordination isn't my strong suit.

[He bites the "head" off the fry he's holding.]

Would I lose cool points if I told you I'm a real speed demon on a tricycle?

Yeah right. The only time you're that small is when your in your mom's stomach. (He pokes at his own to emphasize the point. Maybe it worked differently with monsters though? He's no expert.

Eddie sniffs at that.) I've had harder challenges before. It's not too hard. And trust me, if I can ride a bike, anyone can ride a bike.

(It had taken him forever to even get his mom to agree to that one.

Sans startles a laugh out of Eddie. It's more of a snort really and something he hides behind a hand but the amused delight is obvious in his eyes.)

Trikes are cool, sure, for babies. And seeing as you're not a baby? Yeah, you lose mega cool points. That's okay though. I don't hang out with cool people anyway.

(And he sounds rather proud and fond of this fact.)

[It's a treat just to listen to him, honestly. Half eaten fry momentarily forgotten, Sans leans back against the grass with a metaphorical sigh. His ribs expand and contract, simulating the slow motion of breathing.

It's relaxing, in a strange way, listening to a kid talk like this. All of it is, despite the looming shoe hanging over them, inching close and closer to falling.]

Your friends, right? You mentioned them before. What're they like?

(Seeing a skeleton mimic sighing was easily one of the weirdest things Eddie could remember seeing in his life. Did the bones expand? How did that even work?

Eddie wouldn't know what to think of someone actually finding him calming to talk to. He was mostly described as shriek-y and panicky and way too rambly.

For a beat, a strange looks comes over Eddie's face and he has to think for a moment.

Then he wants to laugh at himself. Jeez. How could he forget? Maybe it had to do with the space travel. He sets the fries down and works his fingers together, feeling...weirdly exhilarated. He has never once in his life been able to talk about his friends positively. His mom hated them so much and he- well. He didn't talk to anyone else.)

Well there's Bill. Bill's like, the coolest guy you'll ever meet. I'm pretty sure he knows just about everything there is in the world. He even taught me how to change a flat on my tire. He's kind of our leader, you know? He has this really bad stutter but like, that isn't his fault. His kid brother was one of the kids who went missing in his town. Bill's just. He's got a good heart.

(Can you see the stars in his eyes? They're definitely there. Eddie loves Bill, loves him a lot and there's nothing short of a little bit of hero worship there.)

And then there's Richie- (His voice pauses, his whole everything pauses. Fucking Richie Tozier. Eddie sighs and props his elbow onto his knee, chin going into his palm.)

Richie Tozier is literally the most annoying asshole you'll ever meet. (Eddie's on a tangent now and doesn't seem to notice his own swearing. His voice is...oddly fond though.) He's always doing these dumb Voices that sound nothing like what he's trying to imitate and he always is going on about my mom and pinching my cheeks and is so annoying. I hate him.

(Except for the part where he absolutely did not and honestly kind of liked the attention. But like hell he'd ever admit that.)

Ben's a good guy. He was new to the group this year. Kind of- big. It's weird seeing someone so big. But he's smart as hell and helped us build a dam. We accidentally flooded a bit of our town from it but we didn't get into too much trouble. And then there's Mike. He's the only negro friend I have - and he's actually really cool. He gets homeschooled cause his dad's a farmer so it sucks not getting to see him at school but we hang out a lot outside of school to make up for it.

Then there's Stan. He's a good guy too. Do you know what a Jew is? Because that's what he is. He's safe now that the war is done. Stan Uris' remaining fear is that they are still gonna be cutting the tip of his dick off.

[Shriek-y, rambly, and over the top? That was just his normal. The coolest guy he ever knew was all those things and more, after all.

Plenty of people back home didn't find him very cool, either. But Sans always did. Always would, too. Maybe that's why the scene felt familiar in a strange, bittersweet sort of way. It'd been a long time since his little brother was young enough to talk so openly with him about his hopes and fears. It was nostalgic.

Of course, Papyrus never would've sworn quite so much. Not to mention the fact that Eddie was still alive, for the time being.

But details were cheap.]

Uh huh. [Sans nods along, listening closer than he might appear to be. Occasionally he punctuates the story with a soft mm or nod of the skull, taking mental notes on each new wrinkle and twist Eddie's words took.

Ben, new kid, smart, big. Mike, negro (whatever that was), farmer. Bill, a leader with a missing little brother, Eddie's favorite.

Richie, annoying, a jerk, Eddie's other favorite.

Call it a talent for reading people, call it the obvious earmarks of a kid with a crush, but Sans didn't have to stretch too hard to hit that conclusion.]

I dunno what you mean about you not hanging out with cool people, your little crew sounds pretty rad. I mean, flooding a town? [He nudges Eddie gently.] Not bad.

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(Were there more adults like this? Adults who actually cared about listening him talk to his friends? It was weirdly elating to be able to express his fondness towards his friends. It felt good to just talk about himself period. It somehow made him feel more real than anything else and he didn't quite get that.

It's like being seen for the first time.

Sans has a whole lot more awareness about the kind of person Eddie is than Eddie would even know where to begin with. His obliviousness to himself is a trademark of the time period he came from. The only time Eddie has ever thought about himself was alone in the dark of his room, feeling the fear soak in and letting it fester under the skin where the rest of his diseases lay dormant.

(You're a sick boy, Eddie! You're my delicate boy.)

Sick. That's all Eddie was to himself. Sick, sick, and sicker yet.

Except when he was with his friends. Then he forgot sometimes that he was sick. And right now? Sitting with Sans? He forgot to be allergic to the grass.

The kid might just have a chance this turn around. Honestly, Eddie's abduction to this space station was a lot better for him than the future that lay at his feet back home.)

Well we didn't flood the whole town or anything. We just started to cause some backups and then a cop came- it was horrifying. (He smiles a little proud. It had been horrifying in the moment, anyway, but with Sans approval, he felt like maybe it was pretty cool too.)

Nah. They're the greatest guys I've ever met in my life. Everyone calls us losers but that's okay. We kind of are losers.

(He grins at Sans then, his nose wrinkled up, and yeah, he was fine with that name after all.)

What about you, Sans? Do skeletons have a lot of friends?

[When Eddie grins on the tail end of losers, it might as well be accompanied by a burst of sunlight. Not a comparison made lightly (ha) by a man who spent the majority of his life underground, only hearing about the sun in books and stories told by those old enough to have seen it with their own eyes.

It was a special thing. This kid had spark in him. Weighed down, maybe, but too bright to miss its shine.

... This place was gonna tear him to pieces.]

Skeletons? Oh, sure. I'm a pretty popular guy back where I'm from. [In so far as popularity could be measured by how many people who knew his name and his drink order, but nothing else.] Here? Eh... I'm eating french fries with a new pal now, aren't I?

[He winks, and steals another fry. They were down to the dregs now; only bits left. Those were Eddie's spoils of victory, and Sans avoids them in favor of a shriveled up frankenfry.]

S'alright if I ask you something a little more serious, kid?

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(The sad thing is that even if he had stayed at home, Derry would have done its damage on Eddie just as bad. Just in a completely different way. This kid is predetermined to suffer.

The only difference is that unlike at Derry, this place seemed to have no shortage of actual quality adults. Adults who maybe wanted to help. Like, actually to help.)

Yeah? What are some of your friends like? Are they monsters like you? (Eddie uses the word 'monster' like a physical object. He holds it in his mouth curiously, realizing maybe for the first time that words did not have to have concrete meaning. That a monster could be simultaneously good and bad.

That was information he wasn't sure what to do with. For now, it's tucked away.)

We're friends?

(There's a small hopefulness that melts its way into Eddie's voice. He does not make friends often. He stares at the bottom of the fries and tips the box back to eat them.

Half of them.

The other half he holds out to Sans and grins a bit sheepishly.)

I'm stuffed from the others. (A lie, sure, but Eddie wanted to give his new friend (a new friend, mom) the rest of the good pieces.

But the serious question thing? That has Eddie lowering the box a little and he feels a prickle of discomfort under his skin.)

Um. Yes. (His gut instinct is to ask if he's in trouble but he doesn't. He waits for Sans to ask him instead.)

Yeah, some of 'em are. Skeletons and ghosts and bunnies and dogs. [Two are perhaps not like the other, but Snowdin was a pretty cool place that way. Literally.] And lemme tell you, nobody cheats at poker like a dog.

But I've got some human friends, too.

[It's impressive, honestly, how quick Eddie is on the uptake. For all his initial surprise, the mundanity of Sans' appearance and species settled in quickly over their interactions. There was no laundry list of questions about the hows and whys of his existence, no suspicion, no prolonged horror.

Just a kid, eating fries, asking about his monster friends.

... A kid, eating fries, making sure someone like him got enough to eat even in a strange place where he knew nothing and no one.

Sans takes a crispy fry end. He doesn't buy that this kid was stuffed off a few stale french fries, but far be it from him to turn the kid down.]

Like you. [He nudges Eddie's shoulder, hand hovering over it with a quick, steadying squeeze.] Of course we're friends.

So that's why I'm gonna ask... how much did everybody tell you so far, about this place?

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Bunnies and dogs? (The two that Eddie picks up on, of course. He perks up with that innate child curiosity. He's never been allowed to pet animals before because of his "allergies". He's smiling all over again and hell, he even giggles a little bit.) Dogs can't play poker.

(Can they? That's incredible if they can. He gives that some thought before nodding rather slowly.)

Actually, they probably have a good poker face. Because they're a dog.

(Maybe they can play poker after all.

It was all simple to Eddie. It had been pretty startling at first but with how casual Sans was, how easy it was to relax around him, and frankly, the fact that Sans made Eddie feel even remotely good about himself? Eddie was quick to accept Sans as a basic fact of nature. Eddie didn't go around asking birds how they ate so why would he ask Sans? Besides, he hated when people asked him what all of his medication was for. That kind of stuff seemed personal.

Eddie's smiling again because wow, boy, it does feel good to have more friends. He wonders if the guys would like Sans and shit, of course they would. Richie might make some god awful jokes though but Eddie thinks maybe they'd be the sort of jokes Sans would appreciate.

Some of them anyway.)

Oh. (That wasn't the question he had been anticipating. He relaxes and looks up, thinking.)

I know there's inhuman things here. Both because of you and someone else told me. People have told me it's safe but someone else told me it could be dangerous too- but like, that's how everywhere is. Um....People have to trade things to get things or find them. We can't go home and apparently our home is stuck in time so no one knows we're gone either.

(He's pretty sure that covered most of it.)

Hah, no kidding! They're terrible at it. It's not the faces you gotta watch, though. [He leans down, as if passing on a secret.] It's the tails.

[Not that Sans complained when he was taking all their money. Maybe now Eddie could take some people's money, too.

Well, dog money, anyway.]

But it sounds like you got the lowdown. That's good. [It was.] How's it all... y'know, sinking in? You feeling alright?

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Of course it's their tails. (That makes plenty of sense to Eddie. Not that he knew much about dogs but he knew enough.

Sans was quickly becoming the guy Who Knew Things.

Eddie would probably be too nice to take money from dogs. Dogs had it bad enough didn't they?

You know what most little boys aren't used to? Being asked about how they felt. Eddie stares at Sans for a solid minute before he's looking down at his lap, fidgeting with the edge of his shirt.)

I'm okay. (He's supposed to feel okay and he knows that. Crying is for babies, sissies, and otherwise, and Eddie is doing his best to keep a brave face on.

But...Sans has done a decent job at implementing himself as relatively trust worthy to Eddie. So even after he exclaims his okayness, Eddie clears his throat.)

It's just. (He looks at Sans out of the corner of his eye before giving a small shrug.)

I don't really know what I'm supposed to do. Overall, I mean. My mom did mostly everything for me. I know how to do some food stuff but for like snacks. I can handle a drug store but there's not a drug store. I'm not old enough to work, but apparently there's not even currency. I don't really-.

(His voice catches because these fears? These are the kind of fears a lot of people have in the real world let alone a weird situation like this.)

Can I tell you a secret?

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[Eddie would have no cognizance of his past, of the things he'd done and said and not said. He couldn't have known, and yet Sans couldn't help feeling a twinge of something at the back of his skull at the surprise in Eddie's body language. All over being asked something so simple.

It wasn't righting any past wrongs -- nothing could do that, Sans had seen that with his own eye sockets -- but there was a strange sort of mercy in those three little words.

Are you okay?

If only he'd learned that a long time ago. Maybe things would've been different.]

Yeah, of course.

[The rambling list of fears, the worries, the talk of his mother (maybe not high-five worthy, after all...), all of it could wait for the moment.

Whatever it was this kid had to get off his chest, that was where Sans' eyelights focused now. He scoots a bit closer in the grass, skull ducked lower. Conspiratory. Safe.]

What's up?

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(No one in the fifties asked boys about their feelings. It's just how things were. There were a lot of reasons Eddie didn't have a fighting chance of making it out of the Derry mentality. Shit, mental health in general back then was a well-kept family secret for the most part.

But Sans had been enlisted as a friend for Eddie, someone he could maybe express his concerns to at the very least. He bends himself towards Sans, tucking himself into that private bubble between the two of them.

He looks nervous and yeah, Sans was about to figure that no, his mother wasn't so high-five-worthy at all.)

I'm-.

(He looks over his shoulder as if expecting Sonia Kaspbrak to be standing right there, staring him down, Eddie-bear? I've been looking all over for you, Eddie. Are you trying to run away from your mother? Do you not love me anymore? Eddie!

But there is no such thing there and he slowly turns his head back around. Guilt rubs him raw but he has to admit it- even if it's only to one person.)

I love my mommy. I really do. (That's the first thing he says- because it's true. Eddie doesn't know how to not love her. His relationship with his mother was so ingrained into him that it fucked with every piece of hard wiring he had and it didn't matter how deep the resentment went for her lying to him.)

But I-...I'm kind of...happy she isn't here. I don't know how to be on my own and I'm a little scared about that, but I think if she were here, it'd be a lot worse. She would be scared and I don't think I would ever leave the medical place here. And I'm not exaggerating. I really think she'd lock me down there because she wouldn't be able to believe that I could be safe out here- in the open air.

(There isn't that childlike fear of a parent grounding their kid. There's something extremely real on Eddie's face, a waver in his voice.

Granted, he was pretty anxious about space illnesses himself. How could he not be? But even as much of a hypochondriac as Eddie was, it would never be as bad as his mother was.)

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[It's not a happy secret.]

[From their small bubble -- private only by the grace of some unspoken, tenuous promise with the rest of the world -- Sans' eye sockets soften slightly. From this close vantage, Eddie's body language was easy to see and even easier to read.

The fears of children were sometimes just that -- childish. Fear of punishment, fear of reprisal, fear of the unknown. But sometimes, there was something deeper about those anxieties. Something that settled past the what ifs into concrete certainty.

When Eddie says she'd lock me away, it wasn't a trembling kid anxious over missing dinner. It was the assertion of a child who knew his mother, and knew how she might react.

She wasn't the first mother Sans had ever heard of, who wished desperately for her children to be protected even at the limits of their freedoms. He could remember as clear as day, one such mother reaching out to him through a locked door, imploring him to protect any children who walked through it.

But unlike Eddie's mother, children did walk through that door.

She did let them go.

Whoever this woman was, things were different. Wrong, somehow.]

Hey. [Sans begins, choosing his words carefully.] That's... you don't have to be ashamed of that, kid. Sometimes... sometimes, it's easier, not having to worry about yourself and someone else.

[His perpetual grin tightens a little.]

Your mom sounds like she gives you kinda a lot to worry about, huh?

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(Honestly? Eddie doesn't have a single happy secret in him.

Eddie couldn't argue to anyone that he was particularly good at reading people. But he wasn't bad at it either. He had enough sensitivity that he could read pain on someone else or pain's many variations. The funny thing was, he had never thought a skeleton could be expressive. But Eddie notices that softening in Sans. Another look he's not too used to. He holds it in his minds eye, like smoke, not quite sure if he could do anything with it, but aware of it all the same.

It's not something he understands or realizes at the surface of his mind, but somewhere buried inside of Eddie he understands that Sans is an empathetic person. He is not listening to Eddie with the pity of an adult, but with the compassion of a friend.

That's a pretty substantial difference.)

Yeah? (He asks with sheer hope because God, he doesn't think the guilt from it would ever go away.)

...You're right. (Though Eddie would prefer his friends there at least. That wasn't what Sans meant though and he knew it.

He picks at the grass absently, twisting it between his fingers.)

I'm...not really sick. (He mumbles.) I mean, I'm sick in the head I guess, but like, my lungs are fine. My mom...she's always telling me what I can or can't do and sometimes I know what I can do but then I wonder if she's right and. I don't know.

(His eyes dart up to Sans and he looks fidgety.)

I know my inhaler doesn't actually do anything but like. It's. Sometimes I just need it still.

(It sounds stupid when he puts it like that but alas.)

So yeah, I guess she does give me a lot to worry about. I try to remember it's bullshit but then I get scared about something and I can't remember. And then I start thinking that she's not totally wrong. Like, there's so much bacteria that can make you sick and kill you it's disgusting.

[It was a lot of information. That the inhaler wasn't necessary, that the inhaler was fake, the extent of his mother's domineering rules. A relationship now ticked far past overprotective and into a network of constraints. Rules with no purposes, limits without reason.

That Eddie seemed aware of that only made it worse, somehow. Buying into the lies people tell at least provided a sense of comfort and consistency to backwards logic. Poor kid didn't even have that.

Sick in the head.

He starts to speak several times, only to stop before any words could escape. Finally,
he straightens up, looking back over the greenery's expanse. Wilted, sure, but still beautiful.

How many things would Eddie's mother be terrified of here, he wondered. The pollen? The alien plants?

... The monster talking to her son?

There as a lot to unpack. Too much for him to fix with mere words of encouragement or sympathy. And for a moment, Sans is at a loss of how to help.

(you're not good at this, call Shepard, call someone who has the barest idea of how to not screw this up)

And then, it comes to him.]

Hey, kid. [He finally speaks, almost suddenly, turning back to Eddie.] You wanna know something cool?

(Thankfully for Sans, this wasn't really Eddie telling him all this to be fixed or to be provided with help. Eddie doesn't think there's much about him that can be fixed. Mostly, he's confiding in Sans because Sans is now a friend and Eddie felt like lying to your friends was a horrible thing to do.

And every time he used that inhaler, no matter how real the asthma attack looked, that was a lie too. A lie that Eddie convinced himself of needing even.

He didn't want to lie to Sans. His fingers twist and rip out more grass, maybe a little harder than before. There isn't really anything anyone can say to twelve years worth of invasive manipulation.

That kind of thing didn't change magically because of one perfect sentence.

Eddie looks up, his dark eyes curious.)

What?

I'll show you.

[He gets up, brushing some grass off his shorts before offering a hand down to Eddie.]

We're going on a field trip, kiddo.

[There's a beat of pause as Sans remembers their conversation from before. Strangers versus friends.]

Y'know, if that's cool with you.

(Eddie stares for a fraction of a second at that offered hand. How sanitary exactly were skeletons anyway? It's a thought he pushes out of his head. If he can grab at Richie's anything anytime when that kid was a walking, talking enigma of germs then he could handle this.

He grabs the hand (it's weird touching a skeleton, admittedly) and gets to his feet. He brushes his own shorts off.)

A field trip?

(What a use of a word. Field trips were virtually the funnest part about school and there's no denying the little light that comes into Eddie's eyes.)

Yeah it is. (He grabs a hold of his bike and then looks back at Sans before his bike.)

Hey. Want me to bike us there? Promise no coordination. You just stand on these- (He kicks the pegs with the tip of his shoe-) And then hold on my shoulders and tell me where to go. It's fun.

[As sanitary as most things on a dirty abandoned space station. Possibly less, if only because the crew was making a conscious effort to tidy the Avagi, whereas Sans hadn't seen the inside of a shower for a couple weeks now.

It hadn't been his best month. But as the kid's hand tightens around his, Sans can't help the distant sense that things were looking up just a little.]

Huh? [The offer is a surprise, but one Sans responds to with a broadening of his usual grin. This kid was something else, and whatever that something was had already started to grow on him.] Hell yeah, kiddo. You're never gonna see me turn down a free ride.

[He puts one slippered foot on the pegs, nodding for Eddie to hop on.]

Head back down the greenery path, out into the main hall, and turn left. I'll tell you the rest once we get rolling.

(Okay see if Eddie knew Sans hadn't showered in a while he might have been a little more repulsed. It's a good thing bones don't really get as dirty as human skin (maybe?).

Eddie grins broadly then and yeah, things are just fine. The blessing of kids was that they had pretty sharp reflexes on emotional stuff.) Awesome.

(He climbs up onto his bike and waits until he feels Sans secure himself before pushing off. Eddie rides smooth and rides at a good speed. Not too fast for two people, but fast enough to be a little fun.

He follows directions well, not bothering to ask where they were going because hey, that was part of the surprise, right?)

[It had been a while since Sans last bothered taking in a scenic route somewhere. If his initial tour of the station wasn't still relatively recent, they might've never found their way at all.

Of course, that didn't stop Sans from pointing out a few wrong turns. Chalk it up to him enjoying the ride. And the laugh he'd occasionally laugh he'd squeeze out of the kid playing dumb. It's the little things.

Two right turns, three left turns, and four wrong turns later the pair found themselves stopped in front of a large, decorative set of double doors. Observation Deck was written above it, designating the location's name and purpose all together.]

Alright, this is it.

[Hopping off, Sans reaches into his pocket. Whatever it is his hand winds around, he doesn't pull it out just yet.]

There's just one thing we gotta take care of first.

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